Yes, I'm going to type out a really long damn speech at the end and you're going to listen. lol.
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The sun bled through the window blinds of 221B Baker Street. After months of renovating, we finally restored our flat to its former glory, and in my opinion it never looked better. My exhausted body lied against the ground, my knees up in the air and my hair spread around my head like a lion's mane. I let out a long sigh and stretch my arms out, my tight body popping in different places as I stretched. Sherlock hadn't come home yet as he'd gone out for a case. Of course, he was entitled to do that because even though he had changed ever since our bundle of joy came into our lives, he still needed to deduce something else besides our daughter. Speaking of our daughter...
The six-year-old girl stumbled into the living room just as you were about to take a sip of your tea. This girl was relentless, always wanting us to read her a book and constantly asking her father to take her on cases when he went. Obviously, you would not have your child be introduced to something so gruesome at this age. Though Sherlock didn't know it, you secretly knew that as bedtime stories, he told her about her cases. And I swear she was just like him. "Mom!" Her British accent chirped, sitting on the floor in front of you and putting her face close to yours. She had seen and heard Sherlock deduce people, and she thought that putting her face as close as she could to someone else would make her have the same abilities as her father. "You're upset that Dad hasn't returned home yet."
"Wow, any other striking news you want to remind me of?" I replied sarcastically, booping her nose gently and pulling her in to flutter noisy kisses on her cheeks, making her giggle loudly and squirm in my arms. Suddenly, we both froze as we heard the flat door open and shut quickly. My little girl smiled up at me and hopped out of my grip, running to greet her father at the top of the stairs.
"Daddy!!" She screamed as I heard Sherlock's footsteps rushing up the stairs to grab his daughter.
"Hello my beautiful case!!"
"Sherlock." I sighed, smiling and standing up from the floor. "For the last time, don't confuse her!! Call her by her real name." He just smirked with Casey in his arms and leaned over to kiss me on my cheek.
"But it's true, my darling. Yes, her name is Casey but metaphorically speaking, she is a case. She is my wonderful puzzle that I continue to learn new things about every day. She represents you in that way, that's why I loved you so much. Because while she is still a young girl, she is impossible to figure out, thus sparking more and more interest for me. That's why I love both my babies." He kissed me gently on the lips and I couldn't help but smile into it, wrapping my arms around his waist and kissing Casey gently on the cheek.
"Hmmm, that'll get you points later, Mr. Holmes." I whispered, smiling afterwards and taking Casey back in my arms. Though she wasn't super tired, it was getting pretty late and I knew it was nearing her bedtime. She was resilient and headstrong just like her father. She had many of her father's features, but it was a nice blended canvas of the both of you - for example, she had Sherlock's multi-colored eyes and inky black curls, along with his lips and his high cheekbones. She had your face shape and already started developing tiny wrinkles on her forehead when her brow furrowed. Sherlock smiled at both of his girls and went to take off his coat, unbuttoning a few buttons on his deep purple shirt before walking over to the both of us, sitting on our couch and nuzzling his face in my neck.
"I love you." He chuckled gently against your neck, leaving gentle flutters that tickled.
"I love you too, Sherlock." I said, gently pushing him off as I didn't want to cause any funny business in front of our 6-year-old daughter.
"I mean it." He said, getting up and making a cup of tea for all 3 of us. Smart, he knew that tea made Casey sleepy before bed. I could tell that she was getting sleepy as she yawned against me, leaning her head on my breast as she claimed it was 'comfy'. I giggled at the thought and started gently stroking her hair as she looked up at you with those - now blue - beautiful eyes. Sherlock came back 3 minutes later with the tea, handing it to Casey and the both of you watched adoringly as she blew on it and sipped at it gently. We taught our British daughter well. About 15 minutes later, the both of us had put Casey to bed and went to bed ourselves. Now that we have Casey, we get as much as sleep as we can because damn if that little British girl didn't have a shit ton of energy.
As I looked over a Sherlock, who was content on reading a book next to me, sometimes looking over at me and smiling gently. Finally, I took my hand in his and started to slowly inch up his arm until I got to his shoulders. He really didn't seem to notice until I inched closer and closer until my fingernails were running through his scalp. "Darling." He giggled, bookmarking his page and placing the book on the floor next to his side of the bed. "What are you doing?"
"I told you it would earn you some points, Mr. Holmes."
"I didn't know there was a system, Mrs. Holmes." He growled, turning his whole body to face you and placing his rough hands on your stomach. I leaned down and kissed him on the lips, placing both hands above his shoulders, putting your weight on him and lying down on top of him.
"There is now."
I'll spare you the rest of the details, as you know the drill. We all know how it goes on from here. A man and a woman in love, hated each other at first, and now they're married and live a happy life with a child they raised together. Pretty cheesy, right? That's never how I saw it for us. I thought, sure it was some sort of typical love story, but our love was complicated. It was deeper, stronger, and it survived for longer than I ever thought it would. We have survived so much, been through death, loss, grief, betrayal, and some overall weird shirt. We are blessed with a healthy child, a growing relationship and friends who would drop everything to help us with anything we needed. Sounds like a great story. And don't worry, it most likely won't end here. We still have multiple years of our lives left to live. And we're happy, at least for now.
Again! That was a joke. I know we'll be happy no matter what. I'm not going to leave you on a huge cliffhanger like most people with one last sentence that leaves a bang and leaves the audience craving for more. This isn't that kind of story. It could happen sooner or later, maybe in another chapter of our lives. So... for now, I think I'm content. No drama, no giant cliffhanger, nothing unordinary. Just...
THE END
...for now.
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